I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Call me later, late late nights
We go slumber, I’m so stubborn
I don’t only spit at mics
Shake that ass, and you make them bounce
Throw it back, don’t you throw it down
Catch them feelings, clap and make it sound
Shake that ass, and you make them bounce
Shake, shake in a club
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Shake, shake in a club
Call me later, late late nights
She twerks quick
Double it, it’s an Earthquake
Ass fire, I might turn to Turkey
Off days, I don’t mind some work lift
Protein, get a grip, let’s murk it
Bust it on the dance floor,
Lookin’ at the dashboard,
Cash app tat printed on the back,
Trunk where I lay you flat,
While you ask, honey could you please
Turn the dash cam on
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Call me later, late late nights
We go slumber, I’m so stubborn
I don’t only spit at mics
Shake that ass, and you make them bounce
Throw it back, don’t you throw it down
Catch them feelings, clap and make it sound
Shake that ass, and you make them bounce
Shake, shake in a club
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Shake, shake in a club
Call me later, late late nights
Shake, shake in a club
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Shake, shake in a club
Call me later, late late nights
She twerks quick
Double it, it’s an Earthquake
Ass fire, I might turn to Turkey
Off days, I don’t mind some work lift
Protein, get a grip, let’s -
Finder’s keepers and you found it
Hands on knees just like you run it
It’s two seats, like how you want it
New suspensions, now just pound it
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Call me later, late late nights
We go slumber, I’m so stubborn
I don’t only spit at mics
Shake that ass, and you make them bounce
Throw it back, don’t you throw it down
Catch them feelings, clap and make it sound
Shake that ass, and you make them bounce
Shake, shake in a club
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Shake, shake in a club
Call me later, late late nights
I be like, girl, here’s my number
I’m so up from beers and vodka
You so wet, it’s dripped in PRADA
Let’s get back to the IMPALA
I be like, guy, what’s your number?
Call me later, late late nights
We go slumber, I’m so stubborn
I don’t only spit at mics
